The Sober Life

THE JOY PARTICLE   NOT HAPPY WITH HAPPY I wrote a poem a few weeks ago which is on the blog post before this one. The poem was written when I was sad, like most poems. It was written during a period I refer to as a T.P.E.( Two Poem Episode) documented in another blog post called A Postcard From Brain Hell. The idea of the poem was to touch on the elusiveness Happiness. I originally started thinking of how radioactive particles decay, I know proper sexy stuff. They have a half-life that obeys a formula. It got me thinking about the idea that if you half the distance to a destination every time, you will move forwards but never really reach it. It brought to my mind that I don't really know what happiness looks like and as a concept it doesn't work for me. I know that happiness is not sadness and it is not boredom or drudgery or suffering. I could tell you if I was happier five minutes ago or maybe have a stab at thinking about it generally, but all levels of happiness seem defi...

Before I know it is gone from my sight Like a Willow the Wisp or a thief in the night It’s dipped down an alley just around the next corner I give chase as it is not much further I am closer now  than any time before I will be closer still when I get through this door I'm so close it feels in the same room   When I refocus I see it in contrazoom I feel I’m getting warmer and warmer I’m sure I have it trapped in the corner Please say still, please decide to stay But as I move half way nearer It remains half way further away It remains half way further away As I move half way nearer Please say still, please decide to stay I’m sure I have it trapped in the corner I feel I’m getting warmer and warmer    When I refocus I see it in contrazoom I'm so close it feels in the same room I will be closer still when I get through this door To follow it closer than any time before I give chase as it is not much further It’s dipped down an alley just around the next corner Like a ...